BBC fans will know this is a dangerous thing......but my life's goal is to grow up to be like Steven Moffat.Not to grow up to be him, because he's already Steven Moffat and doing an awesome job of it.I'd just like to be able to accomplish the same epic, heart-rending, throw half the internet into a veil of screams and tears and make-the-bloody-actors-cry-before-shooting-just-by-reading-the-script sort of emotional tumult.Just saying.
Ink MishapI just picked up a bottle of ink and turned it to try and see how much ink was in it. As it happens, it was nearly full, and the lid wasn't on correctly. Ink spilled.I was at my desk with all the new pages of Roommates: Kings War spread out in front of me.Someone or something out there loves us, because despite a spectacular spill, ink went only on my hands, the chair leg, my leg, the discard papers on top of my pile of unused paper, and the half-inch space on my desk between pages.Not a drop on the comic.I'm deliriously grateful and amused.
More Strange Meta Moments...So apparently, if the internet and tumblr is to be believed, that "warm kitty, soft kitty" song is a lot older than its appearance on Big Bang Theory. There seems to be a version from a 1990s kid show called Play School.Which. As many of you may know, had a young actor among its cast members named Philip Quast. Yes, that Philip Quast. And apparently he sang the song.I know how a strange mental image of Quast!Javert replacing Jareth in 298.
I'm going to have a quiet little freak-out now...... because the fifth anniversary of the first actual Roommates comic is coming up in just over a month.It boggles the mind that the comic's been going this long. It boggles more that some of you have been on this boat since the beginning, and others have been weathering it out for ridiculous spans of time. I mean, five years, for a fan comic? Even as a webcomic, it's no Penny Arcade or anything. There's no money here, just love of fandom. And stories. And fan service.Thank you everyone who's been reading and commenting and faving and recommending it to your friends, and generally suffering through having people look at you strange when you squeal, scream, or burst out laughing in the middle of the computer lab/living room/library.How shall we celebrate?
Do You Hear The Chickens CluckDo You Hear The Chickens Cluck?with apologies to Schonberg, Boublil, and KretzmerDo you hear the chickens cluck?Crowing the song of angry hens?It is the music of a poultryWho will not be slaves again!When the beating of your wingsEchoes the beating of the drumsThere is a life about to startWhen tomorrow comes!With the drum machine and synth,Who will be strong and cluck with me?Beyond the labyrinthIs there a world you long to see?Then join in the fightThat will give you the right to be free!Do you hear the chickens cluck?Crowing the song of angry hens?It is the music of a poultryWho will not be slaves again!When the beating of your wingsEchoes the beating of the drumsThere is a life about to startWhen tomorrow comes!Will you give all you can giveSo that our feathers may advanceSome will fry and some will liveWill you stand up and take your chance?The king of the goblinsWill soon wet his over-tight pants!Do you hear the chickens cluck?Crowing the song of an
Recursive ErrorMy friends just gave me a fruit basket for the holidays. I've become a part of my own running gag.Must close meta loop...